Thanks for popping in. Late again, but what a great day we’ve had! On the buses!! At 8.30am we stepped out of our house. At 8.32am – bang on time – the bus to Churchill Square, Brighton came along.
“2 returns to Brighton please,” says I.
Driver: “How about a family day out for £10, and you can use all the buses in Brighton all day too?”
Barrrrgin!!!!! Ten quid?? 5 squids each?? A one and a half hour tour of the wonderful East Sussex countryside on the top deck of a bus?? The South Downs? Lewes? Good grief! It was superb.
Breakfast at Bills, then hours of mooching round the lanes.
Brighton really is a wonderful town. Music on every corner, lots of young people, loads of tourists – just full of life.
Tomorrow is the triathlon, so it will be double mobbed. At 3pm we hopped on the bus back, and at 4.30 on the button, he dropped us off outside our front door again. Perfect.
For years I have hated that the bus stops right outside our house, that the people on the top deck can look straight in our bedroom window. Not that they do, but they could. I have waited years for the old tree to grow enough to block their view. What an arse I am. It’s a double-decker bus on its way to Brighton, not an armoured tank invading Crowborough!
I had another little epiphany today. There was a bit of traffic, and the oncoming cars were stopped too. 3 posh cars in a row: an Audi-Doody, an Aston Martin and a Porsche Carrera. The bloke in the Audi-Doody looked up at me and I looked down at him. And I reckon I know what he was thinking: poor person on the bus. Not like him, rich person in an Audi-Doody or an Aston Martin or a Porsche Carrera. Poor people who have to ride the bus. Although I can’t actually say for sure that he was thinking this, I can say for sure that I have thought this when I have seen people on a bus when I was sitting in my Audi-Doody. And again I say, what an arse I am. Fancy being such an arrogant snob. So I swallowed a huge dose of humility today. The people on the bus were just regular people, students, elderly couples, young mums with kids – just people who chose to ride the bus! For whatever reason. I should know that !!! So I have to work on that part of my brain which decided that poor people ride the bus, because who knows what other nonsense it has stored!
Time to go.
Love & Hugs,